Kantai Collection: The New Generation

Introductions

Location: California

Time:0300

As the airliner made it's final approach to the runway, the sleek modern silhouette of the airbus A220 gracefully and gently touches down and taxi's of the runway to off load it's passengers. Once the bridge connects and the door opens the occupants disembark.......well at least they try.

"uuugggghhhh...why de have to get plane sickness" said a clearly sick Jones

"at least you didn't vomit on one of the crew" groaned a woozy Sampson

"my mistake next time I won't eat a chilly cheese dog before a flight" said Pinckney

" well we made it from the great lakes " said a somewhat less affected Howard 

"hey where's Spruance?"   

"over here"

"huh? "

As the motion sick destroyers turn to the source of the voice they see their sister Spruance being carried of the plane by Ticonderoga on her back, the cruiser herself was also a light shade of green showing she wasn't immune to the effects of flying. Moments later the SSN's make their way off the plane, though they were a little unbalanced due to the elevation and drop in altitude, their sense of balance was thrown off . After them last but not least Nimitz himself he swaggered his way off the plane mighty happy he doesn't get motion sick and takes a plane when ever he so likes but at least is considerate enough not to rub it in. 

"well I  think that flight went rather well, right everyone"

-_- [everyone]

0_0 [Nimitz]

"right lets take a break before we move on shall we"

"okay"

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After everyone took some time  to recover and gain the ability to hold their lunch down, they eventually met up with a few base personnel meant to take them to their destination. The ride was uneventful  eventually they arrived in San Diego naval base the large base was busy with activity, as the new arrivals they are given their directions and instructions. As the navy personnel drive away Nimitz and his motely carrier group walk through the base getting a few stares from curious on lookers and few sideways glances from ship girls. Nimitz was smiling with a spring in his step, he was always a happy go with the flow kind of guy and was feeling unusually happy at the moment.

"hey salt what's got you so happy" asked Spruance

"yeah I know your a happy go lucky guys but still" said Jones

"maybe he's happy being around ship girls who aren't indirectly related to him for once" remarked an amused Howard

"watch your tongue bro Nimitz may be a nice guy but that can change real quick if he so pleases" warned Pinckney

"oh come now let's not speculate and just ask him, hey Old salt what's on your mind" asked Sampson

"hmhmhm....well I'm not sure  maybe it's because I can finally mingle with people who don't piss me off, or could be that I'm finally free of that teasing Saratoga, or maybe it's just that I get to kill the abyssals who murdered me and my former crew, why don't you ask me during a sortie"

"uuuuuhhhhh....yeah maybe we should keep going" muttered Bremerton

Everyone agreed and soon were on their way to the admiral

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After some time the carrier strike group made their way to the admiral of the base, a simple strait forward man by the name of John Smith. He didn't seem all that special, a man in his early fifties, uniform spick and span, looks to be of Asian descent, based on what Nimitz read about the man he was one of the few very few officers to survive blood week.